What The Hell Is This? December 31, 2005 Lauren I just wandered into the living room to find Ethan watching ice skating and singing along with Kenny Rogers.
I was quite the figure skating fan when I was a young ‘un, back in the days of Elvis Stojko. I would encourage it — it’s hard to turn out macho and douchey if you’re a figure skating fan. Kenny Rogers is another story. Unless he’s absorbed your capacity for irony early on.
He’s thinking about the tender romance of the last great pretty gay boy movie before Brokeback, Top Gun.
Robert: I don’t think it’s a gender thing. I think it’s a music thing. It could have been much worse. Watching FOX and singing along to Michael Bolton, for instance.
Sure, you patriarchialists always have some good excuse for crushing the dreams of dear, sensitive, boys. I just want to wear the pretty spangles, mama!
I have o fucking idea how he knows the words to the damn song. I’m horrified. This is worse than Republican.
“But she belieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeves in me…. and so I go on trying faaaaaaaaaaaaithfully…” You have to believe, mom! Why can’t you just believe?
Kenny Rogers is one of the great singer/songwriters of his generation, an American treasure. The sweet timber of his voice makes my heart swell. You’ve got a fine boy, there. Except for the fucking figure skating.
It will lose my mondo “Hipster Points” (always a good thing, imho), but I quite like Mr. Rogers. The Coward of the County is a damn good song.
Kenny Rogers? Hell no. Be careful. Ethan will be a rebellious teenager someday. Express your disapproval too loudly and you might end up driving him into playing Kenny Roger’s songs at 4 am every night for years on end, whether he’s outgrown his taste for them or not, just to annoy you.
Say what you will about Kenny, one of the greatest moments of working at Value Village was when I sang The Gambler with a 40ish Filipino man, and a 30ish woman from Africa. The deaf girl we were working with (my friend Laura) thought we’d lost it. GOLD.
Turn him on to Death Metal. That should cure the Kenny Rogers disease before it sets in further. At least he wasn’t singing to Barry Manilow’s “Copacabana”.
I was watching Lonesome Dove last night, and Tommy Lee Jones looked disturbingly like Kenny Rogers in it.